It was late morning as I hurriedly tossed the boat bag, fly rods, fly reels, and sleeping bags into the back of the truck. The clock was ticking and Brandonâ€™s flight was due to arrive in San Jose any minute. I quickly backed the truck in, hooked up the boat trailer, and headed for the airport. 2 hours later we were digesting â€œSuperâ€ breakfast burritos as we zipped across Franks Tract.
The weather was sunny & warm, a little breezy but manageable. The deal was this, first fish 5 pounds or better buys dinner. Shortly thereafter I was into the first fish, a nice one that would have definitely exceeded the 5 pound mark. It ended up taking me under the boat and out the other side where Brandonâ€™s fly was still in the water. My line brushed Brandonâ€™s and shortly after that the hook pulled free â€“ obviously I accused Brandon of trying to steal my fish.
Next up, Brandon hooks up. Woo Hoo! Looks like dinner is on Brandon!
It was a really nice fish but only boga’d a little over 4 pounds, “Dang it”!
We moved to another spot and I got into another nice one. It was terrible, the fish had weight and even had me chasing him to the back of the boat, a definite sign of a “better-than-5-pounder”. I finally got him in and much to my disappointment, the boga put him at 6 pounds, “Man.. just my luck”.
As my expression shows, I was pretty upset about it
Our first day of the trip was a short one but we still had a couple to go. On the way back into the marina we noted that weâ€™d found stripers in all of the spots we fished which was a great start, and they were all nice, quality fish.
An incredible “Moon Rise” the first night